[Wearing the Book] The villain tyrant wants to spoil me

Mo Yihuan felt something was wrong.He struggled, but he didn't break away from Song Zheji's arm. He could only put his hand on his chest and try to push him away: "Brother Song, let me go! I'm going back..."

Song Zheji didn't move at all.He tightened his arms, clasped the boy's waist, and leaned against the wall behind him.Mo Yihuan's back was slammed against the rough wall, he felt a sharp pain, and he was mostly sober from the wine. He stared at Song Zheji in horror: "What are you doing? Are you crazy?"

Song Zheji seemed to be really drunk.His eyes were misty and misty, his fair cheeks were slightly flushed, and his hair, which was originally neat, was scattered and scattered.He Xu Xu said: "Mr. Mo, why don't you want to go with me? If you don't... why do you keep approaching me and ask me if I like Miss Mo..."

Mo Yihuan was taken aback for a moment, and it took him a while to realize... This seems to be a big misunderstanding.

Although thinking about it, if he were a woman, these actions would indeed be easy to attract people's daydreams.But the problem is that he is a man, and isn't Song Zheji a straight man?

Mo Yihuan quickly explained: "Brother Song, you misunderstood, I, I just want to make friends with you, there is no other meaning!"

Looking at the flustered look of the young man in front of him, Song Zheji's peach blossom eyes dimmed, and he hooked the corners of his lips like a self-deprecating: "...So, I'm just pretending to be sentimental."

Saying this, he still didn't let go of his hand, just stared at Mo Yihuan quietly, with deep and complicated eyes, and said slowly: "I was rude. I'm just afraid that if I leave, it will be difficult to see you again in the future." .So I can't help it for a while..."

Mo Yihuan nodded again and again: "Understood, I understand. They are all young men. They are very angry. They have been single for a long time, and they feel handsome when they see a man. It doesn't matter if you go astray. You will slowly find out later that girls are cuter. !"

Song Zheji frowned slightly inexplicably, and then smiled: "Mr. Mo, you are saying something I don't understand again."

Mo Yihuan: "You will understand in the future." He looked at his hand on his side as he spoke: "Well, can you let me go first?"

Song Zheji acted as if he had never heard of it. He looked at Mo Yihuan seriously, and the smile on his lips gradually faded: "Before I leave, I want to ask Mr. Mo for something as a souvenir. good?"

Mo Yihuan: "What?"

Song Zheji's gaze slowly moved down and landed on Mo Yihuan's lips, the light in his eyes gradually deepened, and his breath became slightly chaotic.He bent down, his handsome face was getting closer and closer, and he could almost smell the faint smell of alcohol in his breath.

Mo Yihuan finally realized what he was going to do, he hurriedly reached out to push him: "Don't! Brother Song, calm down..."

At this moment, there was a loud "bang", and the courtyard door behind him was suddenly kicked open.

Mo Yihuan looked up in a panic, and met a pair of angry black pupils.His mind went blank for an instant, and there were only two words left: ... It's over.

There was a moment of silence.With his hands behind his back, Ji Yue looked at the two people who were cuddling up against the wall with a gloomy expression, his eyes slowly fell on the young man in Song Zheji's arms with a flushed face and disheveled clothes, and said with a faint smile: "... Mo Yihuan, you are really capable."

His voice was low and hoarse, the smile on his face was weird and blunt, his phoenix eyes were burning with anger, and the veins on his temples were faintly bulging.It was obvious that he was extremely angry.

Song Zheji let go of Mo Yihuan, his face turned pale, and he saluted, "...Your Majesty."

Ji Yue stared at him slantingly, he squinted, a cold murderous intent flashed in his eyes, and said ruthlessly: "Song Zheji, do you know... that it is a death penalty to have an affair with a harem?"

Song Zheji bowed his head and remained silent.Ji Yue took a step forward, twisted Song Zheji's chin, and forced him to look up at him, with even more murderous intent in his eyes, and said ruthlessly, "Song Zheji, do you think you are Son of Song, I dare not touch you?"

Song Zheji met Ji Yue's eyes, and his thin lips were pursed pale.It took a long time to open his lips, and his voice was a little tense: "...and please Your Majesty to put the overall situation first."

"The overall situation?" Ji Yue sneered, and his voice became harsher: "I have long disliked you, and even your country of Song will be in my pocket sooner or later, why should I care about your mere life and death?"

Song Zheji shrank his pupils, as if he didn't expect Ji Yue to be so ruthless, he couldn't believe it: "You..."

Ji Yue snorted coldly and let go of his hand. Song Zheji left two red marks on his fair face, which was enough to see that Ji Yue had exerted a lot of force just now.

He tilted his head, and said with a sullen face, "Come here, take down Song Zheji!"

Mo Yihuan didn't expect that Ji Yue would be able to disregard Song Guo's feelings and tear her face so thoroughly.Seeing several guards behind Ji Yue throwing their halberds at Song aggressively, he hurriedly stepped forward and knelt in front of Ji Yue, saying: "Your Majesty, you really misunderstood! Mr. Song and I are really just friends, I just heard that Mr. Song is leaving Now, bring wine to see him off..."

Song Zheji's eyebrows twitched, and his fingers curled tightly: "Mr. Mo..."

Ji Yue looked at Mo Yihuan coldly: "Why, can we kiss each other after a drink? You won't tell me that he is wiping the ashes off your face again, right?"

Mo Yihuan solemnly said word by word: "Your Majesty, I can swear that Mr. Song and I are really innocent! If I lie, I will be struck by lightning..."

Seeing that Ji Yue's expression became more and more gloomy, Song Zheji took a step forward: "Your Majesty, I misbehaved with Young Master Mo because I was drunk... Young Master Mo is troubled for no reason, if His Majesty wants to deal with it, he can deal with me alone! "

There was a moment of silence.Ji Yue's shoulders heaved and his hands trembled slightly.He looked down at the young man kneeling on the ground from a high position, with dark waves in his eyes, and he smiled angrily: "Okay, okay! What a pair of fateful mandarin ducks, but I have become a villain who beats mandarin ducks?"

He closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, his dark eyes were cold, and his voice had no warmth, and he said in a deep voice, "Put Song Zheji...into death row!"

When Mo Yihuan heard this, he panicked, quickly grabbed Ji Yue's clothes, and said repeatedly: "Your Majesty, please calm down, Mr. Song and I really have nothing..."

Ji Yue leaned down and pulled his lapel: "Mo Yihuan, don't rush to plead for him..." He said in a deep voice, "You should tell me first, how should I deal with you? "

Mo Yihuan looked at Ji Yue blankly.Ji Yue snorted coldly, let go of his hand, and pushed him away.Mo Yihuan felt a dull pain in the wound on his chest, and a fishy sweetness rolled down his throat, and he coughed violently while clutching his chest.

Fu Xihan stepped forward and said anxiously: "Your Majesty, Mr. Mo is still injured..."

Ji Yue squinted and looked at Fu Xihan coldly: "Why, you want to speak for him?"